Apollo X Hyacinthus Novels & Stories

Alysia “This place is so beautiful.” I murmured, still glancing around. It was captivating and I couldn’t stop gasping in shock. “It is…” “I can’t believe a place like this exists inside this pack… It is so shocking.” I continued and he chuckled, pulling me into his arms by my neck slowly. There was a fountain, everywhere was green and fresh with life, there were numerous flowers ranging from wild roses to hibiscus. There were a few caves which looked tempting to offer and another mountain at the other side where in between was a valley which water from the fountain flowed through.

She nearly rolled her eyes but stayed silent—she had no interest in looking anyway. "I'm sorry," the man rushed out, voice trembling. "I caught the scent of a human and didn't realise she was with you." Orion frowned. He hadn't masked his scent or pheromones, and yet this warrior had been unable to recognise him. That could only mean one thing: whatever Malcolm had injected him with was suppressing his scent. The question was, for how long? "What's your name, warrior?" he asked, voice hard. The Lycan shifted uneasily on his feet. "My name is Vega, Alpha."

“That you love me when other’s have turned away brings me the deepest joy. For that, my darling, I offer you a gift.” “Apollo.” I heard myself speak; voice thick with desire. “Being in the presence of my god is gift enough.” He gently tucked a stray hair behind my ear, leaning toward me as he did. I felt myself slipping away from the vision as he started speaking. It was like trying to hear someone talk to you when your head is underwater. I could see his lips moving, but the words unclear. The harder I tried to focus, the faster the vision slipped away.

In conclusion, there was a downfall. No longer were they the chosen couple. Now, one died and one is broken. The Luna of Blood Moon Pack is dark, deep, mysterious. The alpha is no different, but he supported his mate and Luna in spite of everything. The Luna couldn't. Thus, she was known as the Black Luna throughout history.

And as they gaze into each other's eyes, they see reflected the depth of their devotion, a love that transcends time and space, spanning the vast expanse of the universe itself. In the quiet moments before dawn, as the first rays of sunlight dance across the horizon, Apollo and Jolene steal away to a secluded alcove overlooking the shimmering sea of stars. There, beneath the canopy of the night sky, they share secrets whispered in the language of the cosmos, their hearts entwined in a celestial dance that knows no bounds.

She is pregnant with the Alpha's baby just like me. The only difference is that he took her in front of the Moon Goddess, while he neglected me. "Let us give a round of applause to our couple! Luna Clara and Alpha Trojan. Today marks the day of their marriage. May we please all rise to listen to the vows of the couple." I stood up... hardly. My body feels heavy. I couldn't think properly. I must have been numb already.

“Alexiares and Anicetus are sons of Hercules. They are demigods. Zion and Elysium are their wolves. Zeus is their grandfather; ergo Apollo is their pompous, albeit handsome uncle.” “Athena decreed it. She said we needed to be educated after Pythia recited the prophecy for the first time.” He continues, unbothered by Paragon’s sneer at Lucas. “She’s one of Uncle Apollo’s Oracles. Nice lady. She gives good ear scratches.” “Athena?” I tilt my head, still having a conversation with Zion out loud. “She ordered them to be educated because of some lady named Pythia? She was the original one to recite a prophecy.”

The idea of being his mate, of having someone who cared for me so deeply, was overwhelming. How can Alpha Cepheus be my mate? Moon Goddess, give me strength for What's to come. For I feel like I'm not ready for it. Author's Note: Like the story? Please leave me a vote and comment your thoughts, I would really appreciate feedbacks. :') -Intimate_Ivy

"It’s a fundamental merger of history. Ensure the lead scribes document the Bloodstone transition not as a seizure, but as a voluntary, glorious act of unification. That narrative, written into our official records, is what will keep the peace for generations." As the momentous day of the coronation approached, the celestial mechanics seemed to align perfectly with the political ones. The royal astronomers had predicted a rare, total solar eclipse—a celestial event that the fearful ancients had viewed as an omen of total destruction, but which Elena had meticulously, and brilliantly, reframed as a symbol of cosmic transition and rebirth.

Apollo slips into the suite and quietly closes the door. He inches toward the door that Atlas claimed and finds it slightly open. He closes his eyes and focuses on the room. There are two heartbeats, and the scents of Atlas and Akia wrap around him. Apollo smiles as he carefully walks to his room. It looks like they had a good time, and that makes him happy.